Felltree Marsh sonst ist licht- und farblos

the sylph is made of greying scales of morn' and the pale light of the moon, entwined and made flesh. her eyes are the colours of wildflowers, set carefully into a finely sculpted face, clear even from a distance. the wraith is still a moment, before dipping her chin once more and offering a gentle sway of her muzzle no. 

perhaps not true, but she did not fault the sylph. head canted, dark eyes set on the woman as wordlessly she belied her curiosity. this is a place most do not come willingly, save should they be accustomed with places such as this one, as is will-o'-the-wisp.